Finale From The New World Symphony Lyrics & Chords By Black Dyke Mills Band

Das ist nicht die Party des Jahres, sondern etwas ganz normales. Das Gefühl nicht weit gekommen zu sein am Ende des Tages. Es gibt nichts zu feiern. Nein, nein, gar nichts. ...read more

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And now the purple dusk of twilight time Steals across the meadows of my heart High up in the sky the little stars climb Always reminding me that we're apart You wander down...read more

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I hear a bird, Londonderry bird, It well may be he's bringing me a cheering word. I hear a breeze, a River Shanon breeze, It well may be it's followed me across the seas. Then...read more